

Nice“I guess nice guys really do finish last,” he said with a heavy sigh. “Do you really think you're a nice guy?” “Well, yeah.” “I see.” “What?” “Well, I was just thinking. You consider yourself a nice guy, and yet I hate you. So maybe you’re going about it wrong.” “Oh,” he said.Nice
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Death's Favorite ColorPart one - Bedtime story “Because it’s custom,” she said. She wore black, I wore black. “Everyone wears black at funerals. Black is death’s favorite color, so we wear it as a sign of respect.” Grandpa slept. The priest told him a bedtime story. The priest wore black, grandpa wore black.Death's Favorite Color
Part two - Cross examination She wore white, I wore black. “It’s to keep me safe,” she said. “The doctors give us white to wear so we stay invisible to death.”
Part three - Fairy tale “It’s like a play,” she whispered. She wore white, I wore black. “The women play life, the men play death. The two in the middle

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